Small Problems Ch.1 (USUK)Arthur dropped the final ingredient into the simmering clear potion. The lock of blond hair fell from his palm and disappeared with a soft plop.
"Finally, America, you'll see." he muttered to himself as he heaved the pot off of the flame and set it down on the cool stone floor of his basement. He then went upstairs and grabbed the old-looking phone off of its hook. He dialed, and waited for someone to pick up.
Alfred whipped out his phone, quickly throwing it in between his shoulder and ear, as he started to madly press on the buttons of his Xbox.
"Y'eeeeeeeello?" he replied, as an explosion sounded loudly in the background.
"Alfred, at least greet someone properly over the phone if you cannot do it in person!" Arthur snapped.
"What!? Dude, i said 'hi,' what else 'ya want?!" Another explosion sounded, and some gunshots as Alfred cursed loudly.
Pinching his nose, Arthur took a deep breath. "Would you like to come over for a drink?" he asked as calmly as he could.
The game immediately
Small Problems Ch.2 (USUK)Arthur flinched back again, cursing his luck. He stared up at Alfred's face and started shaking a bit. He would never admit it, no, but he was a bit afraid. He stayed still and silent, though, and hoped the taller nation would pass it off as an illusion.Small Problems Ch.2 (USUK)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alfred kept staring at him. "...Are you, like a fairy now or something?"
Out of anger, Arthur finally found his voice. "Of course not, you idiot!" he managed to shout up.
Alfred's confused face turned into a grin. "Dude...then what the hell happened?"
"I-I don't know..." Arthur muttered. He really didn't know what had gone wrong. It should be Alfred small and him normal-sized!
"What do you mean you don't know? It was apparently something YOU did! I mean, if you don't burn the food or drinks you make, course you're gonna screw it up somehow!" Alfred replied, grinning.
"Shut up! I'll figure it out, just go away!"
"Go away?! Dude, I'm a hero, I totally haveta help you now!" Alfred reached out with both hands, gently poking Arthur with one
Small Problems Ch.4 (USUK)Slightly breathless from being dropped, Arthur dashed to the edge of the pillow. "Alfred, come back!"Small Problems Ch.4 (USUK)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alfred cursed to himself. "No reason to..." he mumbled, closing the door and moving down the hall. But as he stood on the first step of the stairs he hesitated, his foot hovering in the air. He stood there for a moment before sitting down, and leaning his head against the wall.
"ALFRED!" Arthur yelled as loud as he could, but it was probably too late. He slumped onto the pillow, unwanted tears of anger and hopelessness leaking out. He angrily wiped them away, but more came. He curled into a ball again in the middle of the pillow.
Alfred heard his yells but shut his eyes, trying to mute them out. He sat there, not wanting to leave and honestly believing Arthur would screw up when doing something, and he'd need to save him. He sat there for a while when he suddenly fell asleep, on that last step on the top, leaning against the wall.
After about half an hour of just lying there, Arthur su
Small Problems Ch.6 (USUK)Arthur's head shot up as he heard the door slam shut. "ALFRED?!" he called, half-hoping to hear a reply, but not really expecting one. He leaned his forehead against the page for a moment before mentally slapping himself and reading with renewed, forced, concentration.Small Problems Ch.6 (USUK)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alfred came back half an hour later, taking his wet coat off and hanging it up on a hanger in the closet. He traveled into the kitchen where he started to empty the bags he had brought.
Arthur immediately turned around when he heard the door open again. "A-Alfred?" he called.
"Yeah?" Alfred called back as he left the kitchen and went into the bathroom with the last bag.
Arthur lowered his eyes back to the book, but instead of reading, he just stared at the words. "Nothing."
"Awesome. Didn't think you cared at all." Alfred replied, leaving the bathroom with new clothes on. He was now wearing fluffy pants and a new t-shirt. He fixed his glasses as he went back into the kitchen.
"I-I don't." Arthur said, but from his tone,
Small Problems Ch.7 (USUK)Alfred looked down at him. "So a squirrel could attack and eat you?"Small Problems Ch.7 (USUK)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Arthur crossed his arms. "A squirrel won't attack or eat me. I'll be in your pocket or on your shoulder.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuh huh. You want to be in my pocket?!" He looked down at the sweatshirt pocket in question. "You'll suffocate or something!"
"As long as you don't cover it or put pressure on it I'll be fine." Arthur replied, shrugging. "It's better than being inside all day, stuck with nothing to do."
Alfred sighed. "Fine, but you'll be on my shoulder; I don't wanna kill you in my pocket." He offered his hand to him.
"You wouldn't kill me. Besides, if was on your shoulder the whole time, someone will see me." Arthur said, but walked onto it and settled in the center.
Alfred raised him to his shoulder. "No one will see you."
Arthur stepped onto it and gripped his sweatshirt collar for support. "And how do you know that?"
Alfred shrugged, standing. "People these days look ahead of them, not to the sides."
When he began mo
Dragon's Curse Ver 2 Ch 1 (USUK)Alfred was glad when he finally reached the mountain cave. It wasn't too high up the steep slopes, but enough to give the blond man a hard time getting to it. Why was he climbing mountains, you might ask? To kill a dragon. Years ago one had appeared and of course the people had been whipped up into a panic. The king had issued a decree about a few months ago saying that anyone, anyone at all, who killed the beast would automatically get training and eventually knighthood if they were a peasant- like he was- or just massive honours if they were already a knight.Dragon's Curse Ver 2 Ch 1 (USUK)8 months ago in Romance More Like This
Alfred had of course taken up the offer immediately. His brother Matthew was already a successful healer, but Alfred was kind of just...there. He wanted to help his brother out financially and be a hero, and becoming a knight would solve both of those problems. He hadn't really had a chance before, but now he did so of course he'd take it.
And now he was standing before the lair of the dragon.
"Oi!" he shouted into the darkness.
Small Problems Ch.10 (USUK)Alfred dropped to his knees as he caught him, the tears finally spilling out onto his cheeks. "Arthur?!" He carefully turned him over in his palm, gently moving his finger to try and shake him a bit. "Arthur?!"Small Problems Ch.10 (USUK)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Arthur didn't respond, being out cold. His chest was barely moving up and down, and his breathing was shallow.
"S-Shit." Alfred put him on the table. Fingers trembling, he bandaged him up quickly and picked him up again. He carried him up to his room and placed him on the bed, covering him with a blanket.
Arthur whimpered as he was moved, but didn't wake up.
Alfred gulped as he laid him down and left. He returned minutes later with some tea he had struggled to make, putting it on the night table. He then knelt by the side of the bed.
Arthur woke up a long while later, when it was dark out, but he had no desire to speak to Alfred nor face him, so he kept his eyes shit and his breathing the same and pretended to still be out.
Alfred was still kneeling there, staring at him and hop
Small Problems Ch.11 (USUK)"Mornin' Arti-" Alfred froze when his fingers felt only the pillow. "Artie?! Where the hell are ya?!" He was scared to move, though, not wanting to accidentally crush him.Small Problems Ch.11 (USUK)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Arthur was instantly startled awake. "Huh- I'm here, Alfred." he called out, groaning as he slowly stretched.
"By your legs. In the corner."
Alfred blinked and glanced down. "What the hell?!"
"I-I may have fallen asleep there..." Arthur mumbled.
Arthur shifted slightly. "Well, I couldn't fall asleep for a while..."
"And nothing. I was looking out the window for a while and fell asleep there. Nothing happened."
"...Wh...Fine, well, come up here!"
Arthur slowly made his way up to Alfred's head, trying to walk with a normal stride. "So now what? We still have a few hours. And don't you dare tell me 'I don't know'."
Alfred watched him carefully. "...I didn't kick you, did I?"
"No, don't worry. You weren't even close." Arthur smiled slightly up at him.
Alfred sighed in relief. "Good, ug
Britannia's Mistake Ch.1 (USUK)Arthur woke up to a massive hangover. That in itself wasn't really either surprising or troubling. However, the cool air on his bare skin had the potential of being problematic. Although he was tangled up in his sheets, something felt off. Even in his hazy mind he could find no recollection of taking his clothes off, and there was no one else in his bed.Britannia's Mistake Ch.1 (USUK)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Moaning, he turned onto his side, his hands brushing against some of the fabric covering him. It was...smooth and silky, much softer than his sheets ever were, and most likely ever would be. He stiffened.
It couldn't be.
He hadn't drunk that much, had he? And yet, it was. He was wearing a toga.
Cursing, he sprang up and ran to the nearest mirror to verify his explanation. And sure enough, as he rose he felt a weight on his back. Tilting his head to the side, he caught glimpse of feathers. Then he was in front of his bathroom mirror, where he groaned.
Problematic indeed. The toga settled gracefully around his body as he stood there,
Don't Judge Cats (USUK)"Sacrebleu, that has to be the ugliest cat I've ever seen in my life!" Francis proclaimed, staring with drunken frustration at the drenched orange and white Scottish Fold huddled up close by a dumpster.Don't Judge Cats (USUK)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
He, Gilbert, Antonio, and a slightly unwilling Alfred had gone out for a few drinks and now they were going home. The Frenchman was close friends with the German and the Spaniard, and the American had tagged along for distraction. It had started raining during their drinking, and none of them had an umbrella.
"Oh Gott, you're right!" Gilbert, the drunkest of the quartet, stumbled up to it and prodded it unceremoniously with his boot. Being so drunk, the nudge turned out harder than he intended.
The cat came to life with a yowl, and it huddled even closer to the dumpster. It was soaked through completely and its fur was matted.
Antonio snickered at it along with the other two, but Alfred stayed silent. The American's blue eyes were locked with the cat's impossibly green one
Small Problems Ch.9 (USUK)Arthur woke up the next morning before Alfred and hugged his fingers tightly before slipping out from under his hand and stretching out on his back on the pillow next to it.Small Problems Ch.9 (USUK)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When Alfred woke up, he immediately looked around for Arthur. "You…didn't leave."
Arthur turned to him and attempted to smile. "Neither did you…"
"Why would I?"
"Well, why would I leave, then?" Arthur asked, moving closer to Alfred's hand again.
"…Cuz you hated me, remember? Aren't you scared I'll put you back in?"
Arthur looked down, but touched his knuckle lightly. "I don't hate you…And…well I am a bit afraid you will, but I certainly hope you won't…"
Alfred's eyes went wide. "Y-You're afraid of me?!"
"W-Well, you are a bit intimidating at that size…And you could do anything you wanted to me, as you proved yesterday…" Arthur shook his head as he remembered.
Alfred shook his head. "Don't be scared…"
"I don't want to be…but I can't help it someti
Chibirisu- USUK Ch 1America was purely dumbfounded as he stared down at what looks to be a 5-year-old blonde boy.Chibirisu- USUK Ch 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
America stood outside England's door. He thought it would be a wonderful idea to surprise England by coming over from New York. 'He wouldn't mind if I just let myself in.' he thought impatiently. Opening the old, squeaky door, he just waltzed in. He walked over to the living room and saw no sigh of England, so he moved upstairs to his bedroom. He wasn't there either. America finally tried his Study. He pressed his ear to the door and could hear England muttering something to himself in a foreign language. America snickered to himself and threw open the door.
"England! Talking to yourself!? Wooooooow, buddy!"
"Wha-" he spun around to look at the annoying American at the door, realizing too late that he dropped the colourful bottles he was holding. "SHIT!"
All America saw was a large cloud of smoke, England enveloped somewhere inside. When the smoke finally cleared America's
Dragon's Curse Ver 1 Ch. 1 (USUK)Alfred wasn't really a dragon. He was human, just cursed to be a dragon. Note to self, having affairs with witches wasn't a good idea, especially if said witches were really big and creepy men. Needless to say it hadn't ended well, and now he was stuck in the body of a dragon for who knew how long. And the circumstances for breaking it were odd indeed. Ivan didn't operate on 'true love's kiss' types of curses. No, Alfred had to sacrifice himself for that someone. Like die. He didn't really trust Ivan when he'd said that Alfred would be reborn back into his normal form, but he'd already spent a good twenty years as a dragon (his human form never changing), and he'd had enough. So he tried making friends with some humans, but they either wanted to kill him or ran away screaming. Alfred had been very sociable before, so the solitude wasn't pleasant for him.Dragon's Curse Ver 1 Ch. 1 (USUK)11 months ago in Romance More Like This
And now he was in this situation. It wasn't a good situation. He was exposed and practically defenseless, not to mention hurt. His go
In your body USUK Ch1In your body USUK Ch11 year ago in Romance More Like This
" This is the last straw!" The angry Brit stated." America has gone to far this time." He stormed into his basement which was full of different potions and torture devices.
Britain then picks up his cloak,drapes it over his shoulders and looks to find where he put his spell book. " Where the bloody hell did I put that thing?" Britain questioned himself. He continued to search for it, consistently shuffling through his book shelf to find the correct book. " Ahh there it is!" The Brit grabbed a dark 'fairly old' brown book, and opened it. The pages had a few burn marks from multiple failed attempts to do the right spells. He continued to flip through the book until he found what he was looking for.
Britain placed his finger where the exact spell he wanted to use and grinned. " I will make America sick for a week that'll teach him." He giggled at the thought of it.Closing his eyes Britain began to chat in Latin the spell that would cause America to get sick."Ringo-Jonto Tita-Monia, Jack l
Bite- Ch1Alfred Jones didn't know what he did to deserve this.Bite- Ch14 years ago in Romance More Like This
Currently he stood under a tree in the pouring rain with a pout gracing his handsome face. After finding out what he was, yet another village banished him with the threat of death if he should ever return. At least they were reasonable; the last village he attempted to reside at almost chopped his head off. Luckily enough for him he was pretty fast.
Was his existence that much of a bother? Sure, he was a vampire, and he really shouldn't be surprised that people wanted him dead. They didn't trust him. They were convinced that he would suck them dry just like every other vampire in these parts. It frustrated him. How was he supposed to be the hero now?
He sighed and hugged his cloak closer to him as the cold wind bit into his pale skin. He sighed; there had to be a place around here somewhere where he could spend the night. He only needed to rest. He'd already fed, so that wasn't much of a problem. Yes, he was still thirsty seeing as
The Neglected PuppetThe Neglected PuppetThe Neglected Puppet2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He was just sitting there on the shelf, covered in dirt and dust. His dull green eyes watched you grow from child to woman, always looking down sadly when you were on the phone with another man. He wished he could be human, he wished to be yours. But no matter how much he tried, no matter how much he wished, he knew it was hopeless. He was stuck in the little wooden body, forever to watch you until the day he was thrown away.
It was just another night, another boyfriend dumped you for some slut. You cried into your pillow, staining it with your tears. Everyone had left you, gone somewhere else while you remained at home to drown in your misery. That was when you looked up at the shelf you had neglected for so long that you couldn't remember what was up there anymore. You got up from your bed, sniffling a little as you stood on your desk chair to see what was there. You gasped, then smiled in childish delight. "Arthur! I thought I lost you!" Yo
Boon Ch. 1 (USUK)Down past the picket-fence and green leaves, at the end of a grass trail and in a slightly overgrown hedge, there sat a fairy. Now, he wasn't a fairy in the conventional sense- a pretty little thing with wings and a magic wand that does people's will. No, this was a Boon fairy, and his name was Arthur.Boon Ch. 1 (USUK)2 weeks ago in Romance More Like This
Not that he knew exactly what he was, of course- he didn't know a thing about his birth, and was instead adopted by a Helpful Hob in the kitchen of the home he woke up near one morning. He often watched the Hob work, and gradually learned how the world of the fairies- his world- worked. 'Be friendly and polite if you come across a human, but don't befriend them. Look over them like a guardian rather than a friend. Help them when they need it.' The Hob often darted around the kitchen, cleaning things back into the cupboards and baking breads.
But now the Boon was sitting out on his leaf in the garden after yet another failed day, arms folded over his knees as he watched a raindrop from ea
Surprise, Surprise (PruCan MPREG)- Chapter OneGilbert woke up to the sound of someone retching. He sat up groggily and noticed that his husband, Matthew, wasn't in bed.Surprise, Surprise (PruCan MPREG)- Chapter One1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“Birdie…? Are you ok?” he called, getting up and heading toward the bathroom. He opened the door and saw Matthew hunched over the toilet, trying to hold his shoulder-length blonde hair out of his face while he threw up.
“Matthew!” he exclaimed, rushing over to the smaller man’s side, wrapping one arm around his shoulders and holding his soft blonde hair out of the way.
When Matthew finished emptying his stomach, Gilbert got a damp washcloth and handed it to the blonde to wipe his face with. “What’s wrong, Birdie?” he asked in concern.
“Thank you, Gil…” Matthew said shakily. “I-I’m fine…”
“Mattie, you've been doing this,” he gestured to the bathroom, specifically to the toilet, “for the past week and a half. Do you need to go to the doctor?&
Switched: One Wacky Week Chapter 1Switched: One Wacky Week Chapter 19 months ago in Humor More Like This
Switched: One Wacky Week
"ALFRED! YOU BLOODY GIT!"
"I'm sorry, dude! I'm sorry!"
Arthur Kirkland, my older brother, stood livid in front of me, his best suit and tie soaked. I had hit him in the elbow, causing him to drop his cup of freshly brewed tea.
"Damn it, why did you do that?!" he shouted at me.
"It was an accident!" I blustered. I hadn't meant to hit him. I really hadn't.
The Englishman bent down to pick up the cup, shaking his head. "Honestly, when I was bringing you up, I never thought you'd turn out like the idiot you are now," he muttered.
His words were meant for only him to hear, but I heard them. "Hey! I'm no idiot!"
Arthur straightened up and looked at me. "Oh yeah?" His eyes, green as the Emerald Isle, wer
EnglandxFairy!Reader- FlutterFlutterEnglandxFairy!Reader- Flutter3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arthur walked down the path just behind his house in a dark green hoodie.This path led into a lush green forest. Just one of his favorite places whenever he had a day off.But he wasn't using this time to spend time with his fairy tale friends. Oh no, he was blowing off steam. Both Alfred and Francies had pushed his buttons today.But he kept his gentleman demeanor and insulted them with a smile and class.
He trudged through the forest floor.Soon making his way to a huge open lake.It glowed and sparkled. It was a magical lake, but it only worked on certain times.It was hard to tell when though.He removed his hood and closed his eyes. He held out his right hand to the side and and muttered a few words. Little flares of light came together to form something. It flashed and a wooden stick appeared in his hand.
He went up to a tree and examined it to make sure none of his tale friends were living in it. When he confirmed what he was their for and started hitting the stick
The Red Bull CatastropheAnother boring day, another boring meeting.The Red Bull Catastrophe4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Another boring speech from the King of boring himself.
America sighed and listened to England drone on and on... and on about his ideas and he just wished the man had a mute button or something. That would make the day so much better.
The American nation started at the other and pretended he was listening. He felt his eyelids droop and his lolling off to one side. Sleep sounded so good right now...
"America! Pay attention!"
"Huh! What?" he jumped a little and with wide eyes he looked around the meeting room. England was glaring at him.
"You're so rude sometimes..." he sighed then took his place again. He'd finished his talk, but obviously didn't like the idea of America not caring.
"Whatever..." America sighed and rested his head on his arms as Russia stood to present his own ideas. England sighed again and politely listened to the large nations ideas.
The meeting passed rather slowly and America almost jumped for joy when Germany finally con
You'll Always Be My Hero - Short 9/11 tribute USUKIt wasn't fair.You'll Always Be My Hero - Short 9/11 tribute USUK1 year ago in Settings More Like This
That simple thought ran through the American's head as he sat in the corner of his room, shaking, forcing himself not to cry. He had to be strong. He was America he was--
Everything about today just tore him apart. He should've seen it coming, it was his fault. That's what he kept telling himself. Everything was his fault. Security should've been higher, there had to be signs that he had missed. People died, and it was his fault.
All his fault.
He was supposed to be the hero, wasn't he? Then why couldn't he save all those people? Why? It wasn't fair...
His hands curled int fists, smashing against the floor in frustration. He hated how oblivious he was, and it was driving him insane. Even if it happened all those years ago...it still hurt. Two beautiful buildings, demolished. Innocent people, murdered. Families lost loved ones, fathers, mothers, even children. He thought about, what if someone he held desperately close to his heart was in the
Frozen (USUK)(there's a bit of language but not much so I don't wanna put a warning on it)Frozen (USUK)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Alfred woke up in the middle of the night, freezing. He lay in his bed for a few minutes, shivering, until a particularly large shudder drove him to action. He jumped up, cursing at the temperature, and dashed to the hall to get extra blankets. He grabbed three and then bolted back to his bed. He flung the blankets over the existing covers and shimmied into another pair of fuzzy pajama pants before burrowing under the mass. He was still cold and shivering at first, but a few minutes later he warmed up a bit and fell asleep.
The morning wasn't much better. By that time it was nice and toasty under the covers and Alfred basked in it for a while before finally going out. When he did, the cold hit him like a punch to the stomach.
"Frick frick fucking shit it's cold!"
He darted over to his closet and flung out a pair of warm pants and a long-sleeved shirt. Then he dove back under the covers for another minu
Tiny Problems -P1-(Child!England x Child!Reader)Tiny Problems -P1-(Child!England x Child!Reader)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Your friend Alfred had invited you over to come and hang out for a while. Despite the fact, you were nowhere near as hyperactive active and nowhere close to as cheerful as Alfred the two of you somehow got along. Sure, you both got along and enjoyed similar things but both of you did things that irked one another from time to time. Usually the two of you would be laughing together or hanging out and you would end up yelling at him the next, almost like an older sister. Nevertheless, for the same reason you often looked out for Alfred and unlike other Nations, you were always blunt with him.
Aside from that, you were also one of the few people that could get his little family to enjoy each other’s company. You were miraculously able to pull Matty out of his shell and make sure he never faded into the background. You were able to handle Alfred, keeping him mostly in check. Heck you were even able to get Arthur to join in some fun and stop acting so stuck up all the time. In some st
Hetalia - Friendship Comes in All Sizes - SuFinThere was once a village on the Swedish-Finnish border. It was a very quiet village in the mountains. But the village lived in shadow. Soon after the sky turned orange with a whisper of sunset when the clouds became a soft purple as they danced across the sea of light, the fear began to sink in. This wasn't an irrational fear, oh no. It wasn't some primal figment that could be erased after millions of years. This was something real. The villagers had every right to be afraid. For every night, they shut their doors, locked their windows and hid under their beds.Hetalia - Friendship Comes in All Sizes - SuFin2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Every night, it came down from the mountains, its piercing blue eyes scouring its surroundings as it trudged from the cave where it made its home into the village. The blonde hair atop its head blew back in the breeze, accentuating the squareness of its jaw and the masculinity of its features. The glasses perched on the bridge of its nose glinted in the soft moonlight as it searched with an endless stoic expression. It adjusted